[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:00.106] 作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:00.213]One! Two! Three! Four!
[00:01.583]One! Two! Three! Four!
[00:02.997]One! Two! Three! Four!
[00:04.395]
[00:34.987]Any more tears for the birthing pool?
[00:37.493]Bear this child directly into misery
[00:39.935]Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue
[00:42.155]But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers
[00:44.960]Singing "I see songs in shapes and colours
[00:47.712]Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens
[00:50.187]Fluid lines that soar like towers
[00:52.917]Patterns reformed just like child actors"
[00:56.534]Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
[00:58.720]Replace it with a UV light
[01:01.468]So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
[01:06.123]These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
[01:08.885]Looping round and round to me
[01:11.358]You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be
[01:17.162]
[01:27.338]So stick with your instincts
[01:28.736]Stick with the imprints
[01:30.111]With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us
[01:32.618]And roll with the toppers
[01:33.973]Just like steady choppers
[01:35.349]Bat it with your eyelids
[01:37.118]And lose it with your static
[01:38.227]Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - honeeeeey!
[01:43.134]I'm taking far too many chances
[01:45.097]On these less than idealistic romances
[01:49.161]Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
[01:51.377]Replace it with a UV light
[01:54.345]So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
[01:58.996]These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
[02:01.470]Looping round and round to me
[02:04.223]You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.
[02:09.684]
[02:58.697]These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
[03:04.990]Looping round and round to me
[03:10.526]You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.

作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Any more tears for the birthing pool?
Bear this child directly into misery
Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue
But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers
Singing "I see songs in shapes and colours
Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens
Fluid lines that soar like towers
Patterns reformed just like child actors"
Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be
So stick with your instincts
Stick with the imprints
With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us
And roll with the toppers
Just like steady choppers
Bat it with your eyelids
And lose it with your static
Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - honeeeeey!
I'm taking far too many chances
On these less than idealistic romances
Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.